You drive a pick-up truck, you crack me up
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When you're drinking from your favorite coffee cup
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You light a cigarette up
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And rave about the flick you just watched last night
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You got a ribbon in your hair
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You're kicking back in your daddy's easy chair
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You bitch about your part time job that
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Your mama made you get if you're gonna live in her house
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But do you ever wonder
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¡®bout giving me your number
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Or just the time of day?
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Beverly, you're killing me with all the things you do to me
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Like the way you roll your eyes from across the room
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You don't even know I wanna be your Romeo
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Beverly
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You're such a flirt
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I wanna see you dance in my oversized Islander hockey shirt
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And I'd love to wait up
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Just to find out if your day went alright
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You got your belly button pierced
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You haven't seen your parents that mad in the last 2 years
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And that hip tattoo is what I love about you
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They can't take that away from you
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But do you ever wonder
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'bout giving me your number
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Or just the time of day?
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Beverly, you're killing me with all the things you do to me
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Like the way you look at me from across the room
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You don't even know I wanna be your Romeo
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And serenade outside your window,
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till your daddy chases me away
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Beverly
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We could stay up late
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And talk all night till you fall asleep
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Lay the phone beside your pillow
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I hear you breathe
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If only for a moment
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It's more than enough for me
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Beverly
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But then I stop and wonder
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If I asked you for your number
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Would you turn and walk away
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Beverly
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Beverly, you're killing me with all the things you do to me
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Like the way you smile at me from across the room
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You don't even know I wanna be your Romeo
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Beverly, some day you'll see all the things that we could be
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If you take me by the hand you'll change my world
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'til the day I die, I want you to know I will be your Romeo
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and serenade outside your window,
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till your daddy gives you away
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Beverly
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| Pay The Girl |
